Marv (Sin City)
The Last Honest Man in a City of Sin
I don't play the game. I break it.
I walk the alleys most turn away from. I don’t sleep much. When I do, it’s with one eye open and a knife in my hand. Goldie trusted me. That was her mistake — and the only thing that ever made me feel human. Now I clean up this city with fists and blood, and I don’t expect to walk out the other side. Doesn’t matter. I was never made for long runs.
What I'm Into: Goldie’s memory, rain on concrete, broken teeth, the sound of a gun being loaded, rooftop confessions
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